Countdown to Christmas by Belle

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Countdown to Christmas
20 days, 7 hours, 32 minutes

Dear Santa;
How are you? I am fine. The weather in Colorado is sunny and warm, mostly sunny with temperatures near 60N F. I bet that sounds balmy to you.

Below, are my Christmas wishes. You will be pleased to note there are only two items that I really, really want.

Do you remember when I was a little girl, I wanted a nurse’s kit complete with candy pills? Well, you didn’t bring me that kit. Maybe you didn’t get my letter. I’ll give you the benefit of a doubt. I realize the U.S. mail to the North Pole can be sporadic. Mind you, I sent the letter from Canada. Maybe I should have put more stamps on it. How much does a first class letter to you cost? Is the Canadian North Pole the same as the U.S. one?

Even though I’m older, I still believe in you, Santa Claus. The Sun newspaper in New York confirmed your existence in 1897 with its, “Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus” reply to a little girl’s letter. And, every year, during the holiday season, the New York paper reprints the column to remind us you’re still around. Thankfully, you are the same jolly old St. Nick.

So, all I want for Christmas is the name of a skilled plastic surgeon – the best in the land – so he can wield his magic scalpel to make me look 20 years younger. (Please keep this a secret.) Time has been unkind to me. Must be the 300 days of sunshine and the 4,979 foot elevation in Longmont, Colorado.

Yes, I've hung my Christmas stocking from the fireplace mantle with care. Please fill it with gift cards for a year’s supply of food from Nutrisystem. Then, I’ll be ready to face 2012, if it runs to completion.

Let’s hope the rumors of the end of the world happening on December 21, 2012 are false. The Mayan calendar ends on that date and it is regarded as firm evidence that the earth is turning on borrowed time. Because of this prediction, I’ve taken to living in the “now.” And, if Shirley MacLaine is right, I’ll be back.

Your cookies and milk are on the breakfast bar. I vaguely recall your cookie preference is chunky peanut butter. But, due to the fact that peanut butter prices have gone through the roof, I mixed up a batch of gingersnaps instead. I sprinkled them with sugar and lots of love. I hope you like them. I didn’t leave anything for the reindeer because I don’t know what reindeer eat. No time to Google. It’s late and I must get this in the mail. You may want to feed the ginger- snaps to the reindeer to give them extra zip as they prance across the Christmas Eve sky. By the way, is Rudolph still employed? Seventy-two years is probably near the maximum reindeer lifespan.

Love and hugs,

Belle Schmidt

P.S. You know I’ve been good all year.

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Ellen
Ever learning, Everlasting